God Markon
•Name: Markon
•Appearance/Avatar: To the gods he looks human with one angel wing and one demon wing. His hair is blue and he has grey dead eyes. He his canine teeth are sharp and noticeable when he smiles. He wears a long black over coat with a white t-shirt under and grey pants with black boots. He's not tall about 5'11. And is constantly floating. This is his avatar but his avatar can change appearance anytime he wills it
•Gender: Male
•Affiliation to the world: To everything he seems to just sit back and watch the world but most the other gods suspect that he is actually setting motion many events
•Creations:
He conjured the world and helped create the heavens.
He created his domain.
He created his hound Kathume, which was made of thunder and lightning, to guard Ha's gate to heaven (but the dog usually leaves to sleep in Markons lake)
•Religion: Only few worship Markon because he's only understood as the shepherd who created this realm. Only religious zealots and extremists worship him with ties in most religion.
•Domain: He created his domain which nothing can enter except whom he wills, his dog (the great hound named Kathume), and himself. Markons lake as it is known is a black lake with dots in it like the stars in which beings float over instead of walk. No matter what direction they go they find themselves in front of a waterfall of purple and black that makes the most soothing sound. In front of it is a sapphire throne which he can sit and watch the world with a bed beside it for his hound.
•Personality: He seems care free but underneath are a millions complexities and thoughts
•Powers: His god form is a master of time and space. He has all kinds of magic. He can will things into existence. He can call upon the elements. Has the power of life and death. His avatar and god form can shape shift, change size, fly, heal, teleport, levitate objects, manipulation of elements, and all kinds of magic and many more...
•Flaws: In his god form he can be pushed out into the void and forever locked out of this world by 2 or more of the other gods. His avatar seems all powerful but is actually the weakest of the other gods and can be killed by an army of powerful mortals even without any relics.
•Godly Items: Markons Sword(basically lightning) Elemental Gems(made for mortals to use), Helmet of Dream(so mortals can communicate with him without speech) and Markons eye(a gem used to see anywhere at anytime).
All made for mortals and all hidden across the planet.
•Backstory/Biography/Lore: Markon was once a mortal but cursed into immortality not being able to die ever. He eventually turned the curse into a charm by going to countless places and times moving backwards and forwards resetting everything. Time stopped being a factor; matter stopped being a factor also. He ascended into god hood when he reached infinity and eternity. Then he became a god of creation when he arrived in this universe (a higher tier of god then he was before).
Nobody in this realm knows his real name is Biron Tenreo a.k.a. Bluthunda (lol me!) or his true background. They only know he was the first one here. He created the lands of this planet and literally tricked most ancestors of each race of mortals to come to this planet to be ruled and protected by him and the other gods who reside here.
He is a bit of a trickster god in the fact that he accidentally started the first war on the planet but also ended by tricking the races into peace.
In the first era many many differenr gods, goddesses, and demi-gods roamed the planet but had a habit of
destroying or creating or bickering and soon instead of having any order it was only chaos. Thus Markon kicked all others out and left only five main gods and a select number of demi-gods.
The second era Markon did little letting the other gods and the mortals shape the era. He descended into mystery. Most mortals forgot about him only the older races really remembering a time when he walked with them. Little did they know he was shaping the world in secret by dreams and changing his form to set things in motion that nobody could fathom.